You come at night.
He feels your presence.
Half awake, he responds to
your first gentle touch.
Your form moves over him,
heightens awareness.
Your spirit reaches
into his soul, soothes,
touches, a surreal reality.
Your terrible beauty,
brings joyous pain.
Satiated now,
consciousness fades,
sleep returns.
At dawn, he awakens
searches for you.
You are gone,
frightened by light.
copyright © 1989, William Davis
This poem was previously published in ethos, the Idaho State University literary journal, Spring, 1989.
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